Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.